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🕑 Added 2025-06-21 21:00:17 +0000 UTC58SS2 Side Story – Is the Supply Sergeant an M? (1)
After the first steamy encounter in the fitness room, Seona noona and I began to secretly enjoy each other’s bodies whenever we had the chance. We ended up having sex in the fitness room five times already, making every day new and thrilling, and then another naughty event occurred.
One day, while working as usual and searching for restaurants on a phone with the supply sergeant for the upcoming battery outing (a monthly event where soldiers order outside food for welfare), my eyes were drawn to the “recent searches” as soon as she tapped the search bar.
Among the list of words on the screen, one immediately caught my attention...
[Masochist Tendency Test]
For a moment, I thought I’d misread, so I blinked twice quickly, but the word on the screen didn’t change.
Click!
“Uh, this... Um, my phone screen is kind of small, so let’s just use your phone to look together, FDO.”
The supply sergeant must have noticed it too, because she quickly pressed the lock button and subtly hid her phone behind her back.
I wanted to ask her about what I’d seen, but out of consideration for her embarrassment-and because there were others in the admin office-I let it go for now.
Well... even if not right now, there would be plenty of chances to ask her about it later.
After I first learned of my husband’s affair and impulsively slept with the FDO, the more I slept with him and the more I called him “Master,” the more it felt like something hidden inside me was awakening.
Every time I called him “Master” and he gave me that blissful pleasure, whenever he spanked me or pounded me roughly, I felt a strange sensation-an emotion? A feeling?-that I couldn’t quite define, and my curiosity about “it” only grew.
One day, while browsing the internet, I came across something called a “tendency test.” I’d heard of it before but never tried it. The moment I saw it, my hand moved on its own and I clicked “start.”
For about five minutes, I answered the questions that popped up on the screen as if in a trance.
When the results page finally appeared, my mind grew complicated.
“What? Masochist? Me?”
Unable to accept the unexpected result, I moved my hand again and typed “masochist tendency test” into the search bar.
...
After taking various tests on different sites, I had to admit that I really did have masochistic tendencies.
But admitting it to myself was one thing; telling someone else-especially the “Master” I slept with every other day-was quite embarrassing, so I resolved to hide it for as long as possible.
I even made a conscious effort not to show any “masochistic” reactions during sex.
But despite my efforts, less than two weeks after realizing my tendencies, my secret was exposed-over something as trivial as a “recent search”...
Click!
“Uh, this... Um, my phone screen is kind of small, so let’s just use your phone to look together, FDO.”
I tried to make an excuse as I locked my phone a beat too late after “masochist tendency test” popped up on the screen, but as soon as I saw Master’s eyes, I knew my secret wouldn’t stay hidden much longer.
About ten minutes after the supply sergeant, clearly flustered by exposing her “masochist tendency test” search, I let her be.
As soon as the awkwardness faded, I suggested we have dinner together at her place that evening, and she nodded, seeming resigned, so we set a date right away.
After a normal day, when quitting time came, I said goodbye to Seona noona, who was stuck with duty, and got in the supply sergeant’s car to head to her apartment right in front of the base.
...
As soon as we sat down at the table, I couldn’t just blurt out, “Are you a masochist, supply sergeant?” so I nibbled on the stir-fried soondae she made and waited for the right moment.
When I was feeling pleasantly tipsy, I casually brought up what I’d seen earlier.
“Oh! Did you know? These days, ‘tendency tests’ are all the rage.”
“Te-tendency tests?”
“Yeah. So, how about we try one?”
“Ah... okay.”
Of course, the supply sergeant knew exactly what I was getting at, but she reluctantly agreed. We each pulled out our phones and started the same kind of tendency test.
She kept glancing at me as we answered the interesting questions for about five minutes.
When we finished and hit “complete,” the results appeared on our screens.
[Your tendency is ‘Switch.’ A ‘Switch’ is someone who can take either a dominant or submissive role depending on the situation or partner.]
Given that, with the three women I’d been with, they were always the ones riding my cock, panting, and getting overwhelmed by my rough thrusting, I thought I’d be at least a mild “sadist” or something similar.
But I was a bit surprised by the unexpected “Switch” result.
At that moment, I noticed a look of resignation on the supply sergeant’s face as she finished her test. She even looked a bit “enlightened,” and as soon as I saw her face, I knew what her result would be.
“No need to look-she’s definitely a masochist...”
“So, how about we show each other our results?”
“Yes...”
She nodded weakly, and we turned our phones around at the same time.
As expected!
As my eyes focused, I saw her screen clearly: “Masochist + Submissive” in big letters.
“Wait, isn’t submissive... the tendency to obey your partner? That’s the polar opposite of a masochist, isn’t it?”
The next moment, before I could even check my own result, I saw the supply sergeant blushing and looking down.
That’s when my mischievous side took over and I teased her lightly.
“So our supply sergeant is a masochist... That’s why you gush so much every time you get spanked, huh?”
Blush!
As soon as I said the word “masochist” and indirectly referenced how she’d squirt whenever I spanked her, her face turned tomato-red and she ducked her head.
She bowed so deeply that all I could see was the top of her head.
It was pretty cute to see a married woman with an elementary-school-aged son unable to handle her embarrassment.
I stopped teasing and called out to her, still unable to lift her head.
“Supply sergeant. Seeing our results, we really are a good match, aren’t we?”
“...Yes?”
She looked up at me, her face still bright red, a bit confused.
I continued, “Remember how I asked you to call me ‘Master’ and how I’ve been spanking you a lot during doggy style lately?”
“Yes...”
“Well, according to the test, you get excited and feel pleasure from being treated roughly and submitting, and I enjoy teasing you and being called ‘Master’... so we’re really a perfect match, aren’t we?”
“Yes, that’s right... Master ❤️”
She nodded, still blushing, and after a short pause, called me “Master” with loving eyes.
Then, the embarrassment faded from her face, replaced by affection, excitement, and a dark lust.
We gazed into each other’s eyes, and as if on cue, stood up and embraced.
First, her ample H-cup breasts pressed against my chest, and then our tongues entwined as we swapped sticky saliva.
Slurp, smooch, slurp, kiss ❤️
As we caressed each other’s heated bodies and kissed, the supply sergeant rubbed her lower belly against my fully erect cock and spoke.
“Let’s go to the bedroom... and punish me as much as you want, Master ❤️”
Wow... this naughty married bitch, seriously...
